Life After Lithium
A personal blog about freedom from psychiatry and psychotherapy, and other institutions that support eugenics
OK. She would have liked prison better. Fine. But as the title said, it’s “amazingly typical”. And “borderline uninteresting” (in my very personal opinion…)
What I’d really like to know is what brought here there. No… what I’d really like to know is how people who do not understand what brought them there react… Oh! Even better! What I’d really like to SEE is a Youtube video of a former mental patient blowing a fuse when reading his medical records!
Just wait till this young women gets hold of her records…
To us, it is boring. But think of this: To her, those ordinary things were so distasteful she would never want to go back. This kind of humdrum thing, the usual complaints, shock the heck out of people. And these things are the least offenses. Now consider the average person who doesn’t know about the strip search, who doesn’t know it’s locked, who doesn’t know about sectioning. Her viewers likely are shocked. This isn’t your everyday story to them.
When I read my medical records I did not blow a fuse. Actually it revealed to me which lies were told when, and told me a lot about the reasons for the abuse. To silence me. Any way they could.
“Her viewers likely are shocked. This isn’t your everyday story to them.”
I do not know. I believe people simply do not realize.
It’s a bit like debating a chimpanzee about whether the Earth is flat or round. He doesn’t know what the Earth is in the first place. He doesn’t even care about the sounds your mouth is generating. Heck! He’s way too busy throwing feces around…
“Actually it revealed to me which lies were told when, and told me a lot about the reasons for the abuse.”
That’s precisely what made me blow a fuse. Much more than the abuse itself. Reading the word “terrorist” on my records is something I really cannot and will not forget nor forgive.
“To silence me. Any way they could.”
You may be right. You may be wrong. Heck! You may even be neither right nor wrong! What differentiates lies from bullshit is indeed that lies do entertain a relationship to the notion of truth, while bullshit has no relation whatsoever with the notion of truth.
The way various claims end up on records seems on the surface a deeper Mystery than that of the nature of the Holy Trinity. In the end, everything is bound to the law of causality. Even how bullshit ends up on records.
To me, that sums up pretty much my experience with psychiatry.
In the end, for me, it was damned if I do, damned if I don’t. They abused me by accusing me of dangerousness and psychosis, and then, they just never stopped. You can see in my records that they validated that I was neither. The tables turned after my ex-psych revealed to them during the middle of the second day) that I’m a writer and I write the truth about abuse. Then, since I was in kidney failure, that afternoon, my hands turned blue. They couldn’t find a medical reason why that happened but validated that they were bluish. That was their justification, as written in my records, for calling me dangerous. You can read the lack of logic in there clearly, step-by-step, total bs.
“You can read the lack of logic in there clearly, step-by-step, total bs.”
The problem is that what may seem completely illogical to you may seem completely logical to them. I do not know precisely your case. But it’s a pattern I’ve often witnessed in psychiatry, and it confuses the hell out of patients. I’ve got quite a few stories explaining such unfolding of events.
I can only guess. They were really nice to me. Then the tables turned immediately after they got the call from my psych. I was suddenly dangerous and I couldn’t figure out why they thought so. I was! My pen was the threat and they were determined to silence me.